Bastogne - Ronald Speirs x Fem!Reader
Summary: Being in Bastogne was a tiring and hard time for Easy Company. Luckily for (Y/n), a certain hazel-eyed man makes things a little better for her.
TW: Swearing, killing, war, female reader, she/her pronouns, gets a little steamy? not bad at all, kissing, Perconte getting shot in the ass
i don’t own any BoB characters and these fanfics are towards the actors not the actual soldiers, in no way am i trying to be disrespectful.
Word count: 1.8k
If you’d asked anybody who had the misfortune of holding the line in Bastogne, you’d know how much of a terrible nightmare it truly was. No supplies, Christmas creepin’ up, ass biting cold, and the Krauts bombing the forest day and night.
Sitting in a foxhole watching the front of the line with Perconte, Webb, and Christenson was when I truly thought, ‘What the fuck am I doing here?’
I’ll be honest, sometimes I thought I should’ve stayed home with my siblings, and helped the war from home. Right now was one of those times. I was cold, wet, dirty, tired, and worst of all, on my period. It was horrible normally being on my period, but right now? In Bastogne? Absolute shit. I hated staying in the foxholes but Lieutenant Dike made me, Perconte, Webb and Christenson watch the line.
I was sitting against the wall of the foxhole, squished into Christenson as it was freezing, and I didn’t care who’s body warmth I’d have to steal to warm up. We were all talking about something stupid when all of a sudden, men started walking past our foxhole and talking to us.
“Good luck ladies.”
“Been nice knowin’ ya.”
“Wouldn’t drink too much if I were you.”
“Hey, be careful if he offers you a cigarette.”
Multiple men said as they walked by.
“What are they talking about? If who offers us a cigarette?” Christenson said while slightly smiling. “Speirs.” Webb replied.
“Who?” Christenson questioned, still not understanding.
“You’ve never met him?” I said, shivering.
“Lieutenant Speirs.” Webb replied.
“Supposedly Speirs shot one of his own men for being drunk.” Perconte told Christenson.
“You’re kidding. That’s unbelievable” Christenson said, incredulously.
“Yeah, and there's another one about him giving cigarettes to 20 German POWs before killing ‘em.” Webb said joining in on the conversation.
“He shot 20 POWs?” “Well, actually, I heard it was more like 30.” Christenson and Perconte went back and forth.
“Oh come on. Do you really believe that?” I asked Perconte, shaking my head.
“Christenson.”
We all whipped our heads around at that.
“Lieutenant Speirs.” Christenson said nervously.
“I got the name right, didn’t I, Christenson?” Speirs asked while looking at me. We made eye contact and I quickly looked down at my medic bag, pretending to look through it for something. I could feel my face heating up slightly, although it wasn’t my fault. Lieutenant Speirs was a very attractive man and his mysterious personality was hot.
“Yes, sir.” He replied.
“What are you guys doing out here?” Speirs asked us.
“We’re watching the line, sir.” I replied, pulling my jacket farther up my face, as I didn’t have a scarf. He looked at me with an expression I couldn’t discern then said,
“Well, keep up the good work, while you're at it, you might wanna reinforce your cover.”
“Oh actually sir, Lieutenant Dike said not even to bother, that we're only gonna be here one day.” Perconte spoke up.
“Lieutenant Dike said that, huh?” Speirs asked while me and Perconte nodded back.
“Then forget what I said.. Carry on.” He finished while getting up.
“Oh, anyone care for a smoke?” He asked, slightly smirking.
“You?” He questioned Christenson as Christenson was shaking his head.
“How about you little lady?” He asked me. When I saw he had Lucky’s I decided to test my luck.
“Sure, why not?” I replied calmly, although in the back of mind hoping he wouldn’t shoot me.
He looked content as I leaned onto the edge of the foxhole, holding myself up as he gave me a cigarette. High off accomplishment, I decided to push my luck.
“Mind givin’ me a light?” I asked in a sweet tone, hoping it might help persuade him. His already dark eyes got darker as they were fixated on me. He pulled out his lighter, smirking, and maintaining eye contact he lit the cigarette in my mouth. After it lit, he stood up and turned away, walking back to do whatever he normally did.
I turned around and all three men were staring at me, shocked.
“(Y/n)! What the hell! Didn’t you hear what we said? I thought you knew these stories, you've been with Easy since Toccoa!” Perconte said, starstruck.
“Oh calm down! He offered! You’re just jealous I got a cigarette and you didn’t.” I shrugged my shoulders and playfully stuck my tongue out at him.
He just grumbled and went back to brushing his teeth while the other men, still shocked, went back to doing whatever they were doing.
The next few days weren’t anything special. We had East and West of Foy cleared out, so we were getting ready to attack and capture Foy. The day came and I, along with several other Easy Company men, were going to be led by Dike. I had no confidence in his ability and I was nervous for us all. I was a field medic, so I’d have to be on my A game in making sure these men got their wounds treated. Captain Winters was giving Lieutenant Dike a run down and I was standing next to Speirs, shivering.
“You seem to be cold a lot Private, colder than most.” He said, looking down at me.
“Well we are in Bastogne, sir.” I replied sarcastically while smirking.
“Oh I’m well aware (L/n).” He said back, smiling albeit barely. At that, he ended up taking off his own scarf and wrapping it around my neck. Feeling my face heating up, I blushed moving to take the scarf off
“Sir! Don’t give this to me, you need it!” I replied, getting ready to hand it back to him.
“Keep it. I’m not as cold as you.” He said walking away.
I ended up unzipping my coat and tucking it in, but boy was he hard to understand at times.
“(L/n), you got a boyfriend we don’t know about?” Luz shouted at me, causing the others to laugh, “Such a shame, you’re quite the beautiful dame.” He said while winking at me. Slightly blushing at the connotation of Speirs being my boyfriend, and at the compliment I just ended up shaking my head and laughing. What I didn’t know was that a certain dark haired man was listening in and blushing as well.
I knew Dike wasn’t a good leader. I had been running around, dodging bullets and mortars trying to patch up men and get them to cover while Lieutenant Dike was sitting on his ass, cowering behind a hay bale. I went over to Dike and started yelling at him about moving so more men wouldn’t keep getting hit.
Suddenly, when we thought all hope was lost, Speirs came running out like a knight in fucking armor and relieved Dike of his position. I gave him a look of relief and he in return gave me a smile. I went back out to go patch up Perco’s ass right after.
After we took Foy, thanks to Speirs, we were stationed in a church for the next few nights. There was a choir singing, as men were either talking or trying to get some shut eye. I was in a different room of the church that had a mirror, alone, busy brushing, detangling, then braiding up my hair when Speirs came over to sit by me.
“Thanks for saving our asses back there, guess we should start calling you Captain now huh?” I jokingly said to him.
“No problem (L/n). The other men can call me Captain, you can call me Ron though.” He said smiling next to me. My face started heating up at his words.
“Then you have to start calling me (Y/n).” I said shyly, smiling at him.
“(Y/n)..” He tested out, “Will you do me the pleasure of letting me kiss you?” He asked, a little nervous. Without replying, I pounced on him, kissing him with as much fervor and longing as I could. He kissed back immediately with the same passion. Breaking apart for air, we stared at each other. He went in for another kiss, and I met him halfway. This time, he bit down on my lip, causing me to groan into his mouth and he slipped his tongue into mine. His hands started to roam, slowly crawling up my waist almost cupping my-
Ahem
A voice awkwardly coughed causing us to spring apart. Sergeant Lipton was standing at the entrance awkwardly holding papers.
“I uh, need you to sign these for me.. Sorry to, uh, interrupt.” He said stiffly.
“Hand them here.” Ron said while digging for a pen. While Ron was busy signing the papers, I took the chance to talk to Lipton.
“This is gonna stay between us right..” I said uncomfortably, face turning red each passing moment. Lipton looked at me, slightly chuckled then responded,
“Of course, just, make sure next time I don’t have to almost walk in.” I gave him an awkward smile and Ron handed him the papers back smirking.
When Lipton left, Ron dug his hand into his right pocket, pulling out a little black box. He handed it to me, and waited for me to open it. When I did, I wasn’t upset. Sitting in the center of the box was a beautiful, small, rhombus shaped diamond attached to a silver, thin chain. It was the most beautiful, and probably expensive, gift I had ever gotten.
“Oh Ron.. this is beautiful!” I said, looking between him and the necklace fondly.
“Will you put it on for me?” I asked, smiling up at him.
“Of course, I’m glad you like it. I found it in Holland and I thought you’d look even more beautiful with it.” He replied while clasping the chain together on me. I blushed, and when he finished, I wrapped my hand around his neck. His arms immediately went around my waist as I slowly swayed us to the muffled choir in the beautiful church.
AN: I am SO sorry it took so long! I've been super busy with Christmas and finals, and I was drained. I'll be trying to post more regularly, I promise.
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an angsty ronnix playlist but they're actually endgame this time
we're alike, you and i, two blue hearts locked in our wrong minds
show me your sexy little intellect and i'll show you how to make your head and body disconnect
takes one to know one, you're a cowboy like me
swing me these sorrows and try delusion for a while
you won't stay with me, i know, but you can have your way with me until you go
help me lose my mind, make me wonder
in your arms, in the dark, there's no sorry or forgiving, just twenty, twenty minutes
your boots beneath my bed
you got me carelessly looking so cautious
it's alright if we don't get to forever, cause you're mine right now
and i know i like to draw that line when it starts to get too real, but the less time that i spend with you, the less you need to heal
too good to be good for me, too bad that that's all i need
drowning in your love, cause you've taken me above and i know it's not allowed, but i'm hanging off your cloud
i won't ask you to wait if you don't ask me to stay
i got so many things to say, but we never conversate
the mark you saw on my collarbone, the rust that grew between telephones
no, i'm not sad that there's no going back, we might not have each other left to lose, but the heartache still tastes like you
you were never mine, but i see you all the time
you are my favourite what if, you are my best i'll never know
i still miss you, am i allowed to say or just second-guess you?
you're the only one who made me feel like something
say my name and save me once again
do you wanna be my love? do you wanna be mine?
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